اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Here, not again
Tears hang in my throat I lose a breath
And bow my head.
Her, still asleep
Addictive like the moment of release
A little dying makes you feel.
Fall, of a day.
The touch of winter's chill has laid a claim
My breath appearing a haze
Look to the sky
The towers make me dizzy and the lights
Are hell fire
To the Merchants of decay
Your eyes hold a darkness
A love for the reckless hero's of our fear
They're still here
Dead...And awake
The cattle of the cardinal?
Or people from which I take.
Catching your eyes I can see you fantasise
Not alive but a ghost inside
I take my leave and dance around the hillside.
To the Merchants of decay
Your eyes hold a darkness
A love for the reckless hero's of our fear
They're still here
To the Merchants of decay
Your eyes hold a darkness
A love for the reckless hero's
Light a fire here to say
The love of an outcast is worth
All but it's weight in golden pieces
Build your fire high
We'll never die
